Noctisardor Bypass wound three times her little throat around

Jumping in here 

The day was gray. Grayer than the Bypass's usual weather. Each sliver droplet of rain clawed away at the pack's borders, and Semira would have none of it. The fae could not stand to be idle while their borders physically dripped away. She heaved her bulk to her paws and left the warmth of her den, heading for their weakening borders.

The cinnamon wolf prowled along the territory, marking a fern here and a tree there. Anything to spread the pack's scent upon their grounds. Her amber eyes were pinned to the ground, making note of the tracks of nearby animals. The knowlege was instantly tucked into her mind for a later time as she spotted movement ahead of her.

It was the flicker of an obsidian tail that had made her pause, the mist shrouding her gaze along with her sense of smell. She squinted, steadying her gaze on what seemed to be a wolfess. Her instant shock quickly became that of curiousity as the pitch colored fae tipped back her muzzle in a howl. It was nearly rangeing on being absentminded, as if the woman had nothing better to do. With her interest peaked she let out a loud chuff, growing to her full height and lifting her tail in dominance as she strode over to the femme.